F*ck the drama run them commas Up
Remember I would grab a double up
And pass it to a fiend
Ask him for his keys
Slide to checka spot
Gotta pop a bean
Back then it was double stacks
These days umma gotti fiend
Since they killed Skrill
Ion f*ck around
Catch me out west wit the nin dig
If they catch groove
They gon do him in
Tools on us like a maintenance man
Me and breed
Thumbing through a bag
All we do is smile
Cuz these niggaz mad
Put a cutie on his shirt
Price tag
Tooly on my waste
Slight bag
Designer belt and I still sag
Get out ya body
That's a body bag
Drive by that's a homi cab
Bussin bells down
Me and bro ass
After that we gon split a pill
If I hear sumthing
Ima load the steel
Ion fear nothing
Ion feel nothing
I'm high asl I'm still bussin
I'm f*cked on shorty like last week
On my kids the bitch still bussin
I'm come alive when that sun down
It's Sunday I gotta cum down
Where xans at
I'm crush mines
I'm drop sumthin in that country Time
Pink lemonade
Niggaz been a fan
Cuz they they been afraid
I was in sun
You was in the shade
No wonder niggaz throwing shade
I know that last line kinda plane
Like a air craft 757
But everything else was a Mac 11
Dipped in holy water
Shooting at reverned
I been Blowing all day
I dun Ran thru damn 7
Barcelona know as xannie Heaven
Xannie god come and get blessing
York$ta - Xan God Lyrics
York$ta - Xan God Lyrics
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F*ck the drama run them commas Up
Remember I would grab a double up
And pass it to a fiend
Ask him for his keys
Slide to checka spot
Gotta pop a bean
Back then it was double stacks
These days umma gotti fiend
Since they killed Skrill
Ion f*ck around
Catch me out west wit the nin dig
If they catch groove
They gon do him in
Tools on us like a maintenance man
Me and breed
Thumbing through a bag
All we do is smile
Cuz these niggaz mad
Put a cutie on his shirt
Price tag
Tooly on my waste
Slight bag
Designer belt and I still sag
Get out ya body
That's a body bag
Drive by that's a homi cab
Bussin bells down
Me and bro ass
After that we gon split a pill
If I hear sumthing
Ima load the steel
Ion fear nothing
Ion feel nothing
I'm high asl I'm still bussin
I'm f*cked on shorty like last week
On my kids the bitch still bussin
I'm come alive when that sun down
It's Sunday I gotta cum down
Where xans at
I'm crush mines
I'm drop sumthin in that country Time
Pink lemonade
Niggaz been a fan
Cuz they they been afraid
I was in sun
You was in the shade
No wonder niggaz throwing shade
I know that last line kinda plane
Like a air craft 757
But everything else was a Mac 11
Dipped in holy water
Shooting at reverned
I been Blowing all day
I dun Ran thru damn 7
Barcelona know as xannie Heaven
Xannie god come and get blessing
Remember I would grab a double up
And pass it to a fiend
Ask him for his keys
Slide to checka spot
Gotta pop a bean
Back then it was double stacks
These days umma gotti fiend
Since they killed Skrill
Ion f*ck around
Catch me out west wit the nin dig
If they catch groove
They gon do him in
Tools on us like a maintenance man
Me and breed
Thumbing through a bag
All we do is smile
Cuz these niggaz mad
Put a cutie on his shirt
Price tag
Tooly on my waste
Slight bag
Designer belt and I still sag
Get out ya body
That's a body bag
Drive by that's a homi cab
Bussin bells down
Me and bro ass
After that we gon split a pill
If I hear sumthing
Ima load the steel
Ion fear nothing
Ion feel nothing
I'm high asl I'm still bussin
I'm f*cked on shorty like last week
On my kids the bitch still bussin
I'm come alive when that sun down
It's Sunday I gotta cum down
Where xans at
I'm crush mines
I'm drop sumthin in that country Time
Pink lemonade
Niggaz been a fan
Cuz they they been afraid
I was in sun
You was in the shade
No wonder niggaz throwing shade
I know that last line kinda plane
Like a air craft 757
But everything else was a Mac 11
Dipped in holy water
Shooting at reverned
I been Blowing all day
I dun Ran thru damn 7
Barcelona know as xannie Heaven
Xannie god come and get blessing
Writer: Brenton York
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